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Now it's over, and now it's done;
Why does everything look the same?
Just as bright, the unheeding sun, —
Can't it see that the parting came?
People hurry and work and swear,
Laugh and grumble and die and wed,
Ponder what...
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Now must I these three praise —
Three women that have wrought
What joy is in my days;
One that no passing thought,
Nor those unpassing cares,
No, not in these fifteen
Many times troubled years,
Could ever come between
Heart...
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Of tempestuous mirth and distemperment,
so did these eyes, as child and man,
behold he that held his stead
as father from day first to last
in life, so as in death, on his terms
It was my delight to instil pride
upon...
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Over and over
I tell the sky:
I am free — I!
Over and over I tell the sea:
— I am free!
Over and over I tell my lover
I am free, free!
Over and over.
But when the night comes black and cold,
I who...
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SHE might have known it in the earlier Spring,--
That all my heart with vague desire was stirred;
And, ere the Summer winds had taken wing,
I told her; but she smiled and said no word.
The Autumn's eager hand...
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The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry
Came loud—and hark, again! loud as before.
The inmates of my cottage, all at rest,
Have left me to that solitude, which suits
Abstruser musings: save...
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The glimmer of the limes, sun-heavy, sleeping,
Goes trembling past me up the College wall.
Below, the lawn, in soft blue shade is keeping,
The daisy-froth quiescent, softly in thrall.
Beyond the leaves that overhang the street, ...
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There is something about it that begs a caress,
That woos for a stroke and a gentle, soft kiss,
It rasps of virility, roguish and sure,
And possesses its own manly allure.
It yearns for a touch with a cheek pressed just so,
That...
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When a feller hasn't got a cent
And is feelin' kind of blue,
And the clouds hang thick and dark
And won't let the sunshine thro',
It's a great thing, oh my brethren,
For a feller just to lay
His hand upon your shoulder in a friendly...
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When we’re eighty or older,
I’ll dye my hair orange.
I’ll be an albino raisin,
you say, with a large caterpillar
draped over the top of my head.
You’ll have no more charm
than you do right now.
You’ll...
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With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal...
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You cannot but see them in the darkness
of your deepest dreams.
The last but ones
they never die.
This one is an old queen escaped from the dark ages. This other one's a young Luke Skywalker, fireflyer whose never known his...
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You have taken back the promise
That you spoke so long ago;
Taken back the heart you gave me —
I must even let it go.
Where Love once has breathed, Pride dieth,
So I struggled, but in vain,
First to keep the links together,...
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~For my Father~
Thin light is inching behind you,
beyond the cracked door, away, trailing
gray residue, leaving handfuls of dry
shadow to scratch
dusty and forgotten
hiding places in the soul.
The light is twitching,...
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That he was near to you so many a year But darkens your distress. Would you he were less worthy and less dear That you might grieve the less? He was a golden font that freely poured What goldenly endures, And though that font be gone, its bounty...
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To all you ladies now at Bath, And eke, ye beaux, to you, With aching heart, and wat'ry eyes, I bid my last adieu. Farewell ye nymphs, who waters sip Hot reeking from the pumps, While music lends her friendly aid, To cheer you from the dumps....
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Authors notes: "I wrote this poem when I was about 16 years of age, but the reflection below is of now." "What is freedom?" "Developing the spiritual self will release locked up things sometimes long forgotten. It's a...
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A Calendar of Sonnets: February Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill, And willow stems grow daily red and bright. These are days when...
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Amongst those where your discussion will blend, One shares sarcasm without wish to offend. With another where good is all you intend, Any discrepancy your compelled to amend. Where the laughter will cause you quickly to bend, And the time...
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And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here, Among these...
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Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower–but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is. Alfred Lord...
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For this my mother wrapped me warm, And called me home against the storm, And coaxed my infant nights to quiet, And gave me roughage in my diet, And tucked me in my bed at eight, And clipped my hair, and marked my weight, And watched me as I sat and...
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Forbidden love, I curse your strength: Addiction from the start— A plague must be upon my soul, A sickness in my heart. I sipped of blood the like of mine, But slowly did I taste. So sweet and potent was each dose, I gulp them now in haste....
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From thee, Eliza, I must go, And from my native shore; The cruel fates between us throw A boundless ocean's roar: But boundless oceans, roaring wide, Between my love and me, They never, never can divide My heart and soul from thee. Farewell,...
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Full of liquid merriment'
Two men stumble from the door'
A lute tearful on the laughter
Halfway between yesterdays problems
And tomorrows renewal
Topping their crowns with elegant canes
One slips in the gutter
And the other laughs...
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